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Weoria was having a blast. She sat at the bar downing drink after drink. She danced with a few good looking guys and one or two girls, she played some darts, losing just enough to keep them interested. Her bright red fur and long bushy tail, which swayed suggestively once or twice, was a cause of fascination for most of the males in the place. In just a short time she had the patrons and staff of the club in the palm of her hand.
She zeroed in on the least dangerous looking bouncer, a good looking fox, and soon they were laughing and chatting like old friends. He wasn't bulky like most of the other bouncers, but long and sleek, like her. His fur and tail closely matched her own, which put him a couple of notches higher on her nice list. He had to patrol the club, but whenever he made his way over, she made sure he felt welcome. At Last Call, he agreed to meet her outside after work.
She didn't have long to wait. He was one of the first she saw leaving as she sat outside. As they walked and talked, Weoria found herself warming up to him. His name was Petro and he hailed from her home planet, Forest Glen. Like her, he had grown tired of living on a world with almost no civilization besides the main spaceport, and had left home with little regret. He spent most of his time wandering from planet to planet, finding odd jobs here and there to survive, never staying in one place for more than a year or two. It was his personal goal, he said, to visit as much of the wide galaxy as possible. She, on the other hand, had found a second home here on Halo. She had arrived several years ago and had never left. She found she liked living on one of the busiest planets of the sector, doing much like he did, but on a planetary scale. She moved from city to city, finding work, meeting new friends, seeing the sights, then moving on.
She invited him up to her flat but he declined gracefully and bid her goodnight, after getting a promise she would be at the club the next night. Weoria watched him as he walked away, a gleam in her eye. She turned and climbed the stairs to her flat, smiling all the way.
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Onyx smiled. Jake sat across from her at a small table in the common room of the inn she was staying at. Plates with the remnants of their meal were scattered haphazardly and they were sipping coffee.
“So,” she said, “you've finally come around? You didn't seem too thrilled with the idea of taking down Anderson before. What changed your mind?”
"The bastard is selling Hell Spice.”
"So?”
"So, only the most evil, the most diabolical villain would sell that stuff. It has a very high mortality rate and most dealers find it bad for business selling stuff that kills off a good percentage of their customer base. They'd rather sell more mundane drugs which keep the addicts coming back for more.”
"What's that got to do with you?”
"Look, Onyx dear, I may be many things, a thief, a charlatan, a con man, but there are some things even a good for nothing like me can not tolerate and the distribution of that monstrous drug is one of those things. I don't expect you to understand, just accept the fact that I'm now willing to aid you in your cause.”
"Not good enough, pal. You made me spill what Anderson did that has me so obsessed, and now it's your turn. Who was it?”
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